Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.